Will Get Blown, All I Can Do Is Watch My Life, Gotta Stay Away From Niggas Out Here Acting Shiest, They Shit Ain't Cool, You Can't Do One Good Thing
, essential fight with guns or utensils so bold nothing is confidential break fists is not continental and lunch could not compliment her we still become competitors these streets they fake with no gold matter fact
me or hate me that is the question If you love me then thank you If you hate me then fuck you x 2 Love me or hate me, love me or hate me So I can
He don't love ya like I do love you, or squeeze ya like I squeeze, I make your neck pop back, and in fact I buckle your knees Ok, Baby, what's it gonna
fact that I'm black and I don't lack Queen Latifah is giving you a piece of my mind A rhyme spoken by a feminine teacher Rhymes I do employ, no time
[Saafir as radio host] Rrrah, uhh, bitch! It's radio radio station, cat Xzibit huh? K-W-Balls, Daniel Thompson hold like this Like that in fact, with
Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment Would you capture it or just let it slip? Yo, His palms
again I'm at your throat like strep I step, strapped with a pen Metaphors wrote on my hand, Someone distorted my mint Read some I wrote on a napkin I do
again So I decided just to beat this pain Up and tried to make an attempt to vent But I just can't admit Or come to grips, with the fact that I
show me how you move baby do how well ya do Yeah baby, do that dance It's the last dance you'll ever get the chance to do Girl shake that ass You ain
ovulating I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney But your husbands heart problem is complicated So the FCC won't let me be Or let me be me so let me see
Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood {Hollywood}, sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood {Why do
holes in your ass girl lets cuddle, Blood curdling on your girdle whatll, I do for my next trick Im feeling wonderful, I think I might just do something
never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, track for your fancy In fact I can't see, or can't imagine
but it aint fiction its fact boy beware its real them lyrics you wield equals zero to a hero’s shield Mr fly by the seat of his pants parasail or hit
Krazy [Talking] You done busting your fist against a stone wall Your not using your brain That's what the white man wants you to do Look at cha What
by my passion and fury. Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin my jewelry. You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me. Truely effective. The shit you heard ain't do
Hoping my true motherfuckas know This be the realest shit I ever wrote (you all know) [Verse 3] Puffy getting robbed like a bitch (bitch) To hide that fact
